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Connect the dots….

December 20, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, Inmate: Boots

Okay, so historically I’m not doing too well, these blog posts come sporadically and not in the most consistent manner.

One on the problems with this impending blog was the timeline.  I knew this time would come and kinda built it up so much and pressurised myself into what I expected.  I shouldn’t say this but the subject of this blog also was rather eager to see what I would produce.

As someone I can hand on heart say is one of my best mates I wanted to do him justice. So I include a picture of him that I love and is coincidentally anonymous, which I’m sure is the way he’d prefer to be seen anyway!

Some of you may already know him and recently he’s had some problems with getting himself out there.  As many of us who frequent this portal to the world of perv, so do we also frequent multiple communities where we feel more (or less) at home.

One of the main outlets for many thousands of gear perverts is GearFetish.com and either unwittingly or through neglect has lost this good friend.  It pains me to say it but the treatment my good friend has received is shocking.  After subscribing for the last 8 years or so, he’s been trying to update his account for over 12 months, paying for a sub when actually receiving nothing!

Finally he decided to call it a day, and for someone I know has the patience of a saint (this is said about a lot of people, but none have actually shown such preserve, except him) has tried many times to contact the ‘site owner through several people including ourselves in many mediums but been greeted with silence.

As someone whose subscription is due in less than one calendar month I wonder what will happen to me.  The treatment my friend has got is disgraceful and GF should be ashamed.  It doesn’t take much to say ‘sorry, we’re looking into it’ but for over a year without kicking up a fuss shows just how patient my mate is.

I don’t know if he’d want me to expose his name but I know he will read this and hopefully appreciate me saying something.

He is a fantastic mate and anyone would be enriched by knowing him, not just because of his patience I might add, but because he one of the perviest, generous, and kind people I have ever had the pleasure to know.  I feel lucky to call him friend.

I met him at Bandit2001’s home in November 2003 not long after the Motorcycle show and the meet logistically ran perfectly, with meeting him at the train station on the Saturday morning and the perving didn’t stop until the Sunday afternoon when he left, and the memories are fresh in my mind.  This was possibly a reflection of his near obsession with time keeping which is never considered a bad thing.

I got to try his uber pervy Lazer Revolution helmet, along with my new leathers, boots and gloves.  This helmet had a built-in mask that clipped on before the front chinbar would lock into place and certainly got me horny.  It was a weekend of groping and groaning in biker gear and hazmat plus a bit of rubber plus good food and socialising and getting to know him.

As we met this man early on, he was there to support when Bandit broke up with Bondagebait and we were free to let our relationship bloom.  We have always met him on a regular basis, always spending a weekend with him and our other best mates on the run up to Christmas which was originally titled ‘Pervy Christmas’ and has been a tradition ever since and like with the Bikeshow reminder from 2003 we revisited it again just recently with the same friends (bar one) and it was great to revisit those friendships and take a trip down memory lane.  Some friends join us some years and may return but this year was one of the best.

It’s a great reminder when I get to write these blogs as I can take this wander into time’s gone by and appreciate how friendships have developed.  Friends are the most important thing I can say I have gained over the years, not the masses of gear I’ve carefully selected (though that does certainly have its benefits) but without good friends to keep me sane I’d be nothing.

I admit to making so many friends over the years, some have lost contact, some have found their love life takes over, and some have used us.  I don’t claim to know the perfect balance of being to make that judgement, but I have learnt from who has gone before.  I know to live for the moment and treat everyone how I expect to be treated.

As the Christmas period is less than a week away I’m sure I will no doubt be distracted by family and friends, cooking and shopping and with any luck a whole load of gear and bondage with a pinch of submission…that’s what friends are for….and more….to me a friend is one who never expects, and is always there, to support and listen.  Friendship is given, not taken, and the best example of friends I know and trust.

Take care all, Merry Christmas and a Pervy New Year!!!

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Memory Lane 6 – Bike Show Time!!!

November 25, 2011 in Inmate: Boots

Bike Show Time!!!

November in the UK is the time when it’s always guaranteed to be cold, usually foggy and certainly when the first frosts set in, perfect for the annual motorcycle show! NOT! Many times over the last 8 years I’ve ridden to this show, walked around the NEC arena in leathers and motocross boots and feeling brilliant (though that might have been down to the normals calling us Gimps…honestly I wasn’t wearing a hood!).  At the time of writing this blog, there are two days left for the 2011 show, and this year I went with my hubby and several mates this Monday just gone and we had a great time, a few firsts for me and the others, so it’s always worth going I reckon.

What struck me on the weekend before the show this year (apart from it being a good opportunity for my best mates to visit for Colin (Bandit2001/my Husband’s) birthday) but it also served to remind me it was about 8 years ago that I went to the 2003 Motorcycle show again at the NEC arena and made some of the largest purchases of my life!

I also met for the first time a great mate in the shape of ADLAM97531 who also visited us this past weekend.  Back in 2003 I’d spent several visits to see Bandit2001 at his flat trying on his gear and playing as much as I could on the weekends, and checking out pervy online shops and getting kinky ideas for my own kit.  One image which stuck with us both was a picture of two German pervs in black race leathers, boots, gloves and holding their helmets in their gloved hands, walking away from the camera, holding hands it was so romantic and pervy, and another was kissing in what appeared to be a county park wearing that same iconic gear.

The leathers we discovered was a suit brought out by an Italian manufacturer, called the Dainese T-age.  Searching eBay returned a result of one suit that was at about £300 but was a size 50 which I thought would be too small for me but I kept an eye on it and in the end was relieved to see the auction ended with the suit selling for about £800 which at the time I thought was a rip off for a second-hand suit that probably wouldn’t fit me.

Dejected we went to a local bike shop and tried some suits on, with one Spidi suit in black and silver giving a similar look, and the shop was willing to do a good discount for two suits, but we decided as the bike show was around the corner to wait until afterwards ‘just in case’ we found a t-age, however unlikely at the show.

The bike show coincided with Colin’s birthday this year so Bondagebait encouraged a group of us to descend on his home for a social and head out to the show in a couple of cars with credit cards at the ready.

What started off as a wander around checking out the bikes and trying on gear wherever and feeling naughty for doing so in public took a turn when I after thinking we had checked out every corner of the show I rounded one stand and was faced with a black, anthracite and chrome Dainese T-age! I immediately checked the size and saw again it was a size 50, so I plucked up the courage and asked the clothing assistant if they had a size 54 in stock, to which he replied that they had sold out of size 54’s!  I was gutted beyond belief, but the shop guy continued ‘but if you don’t mind me saying, you’re not a size 54, but a 50 I reckon! We have one out the back you can try’.

I’m not sure if my face said yes or what but I had to find out ASAP if it fitted me. So I accepted and took the suit into the changing room.  It came with an under-suit and back protector which the guy told me to put on too, in order to get the proper sizing.

After several minutes of huffing and struggling to get into the suit I finally managed to get my arms into the sleeves but struggle to do the zips up as they went from the hips up, diagonally to the collar of the suit.  The shop assistant told me to twist and lean forward and he promptly zipped me in.

My boner I was certain was apparent to everyone who cared to look and the shop guy just continued to zip the other zip and encased my body finally in this sexy suit.  He continued his sales talk about hoe the suit would form to my shape and it would get easier to move around in once I’d had it on for a while!  I was happy to stay in it, and Bondagebait took some pictures of me wearing it. 

Our mate ADLAM97531 had the same idea and wanted a T-age so was filling the changing room getting into his own T-age.  Adlam appeared also zipped up in his own suit at which point I was happy inside until I saw Colin’s face.   I knew he really wanted the same suit, but knowing his size 54 wasn’t available, he looked like thunder because he thought he’d be missing out.

I wanted this suit more than anything now and with Adlam we decided to try and get a deal for buying two suits and spending almost £2000 with the store.

I knew Colin was too proud to ask for advice so I pushed him to check with the guy what size he’d be, to which the answer was in fact that he was a size 52 of which they had stock.  Colin’s face immediately changed and he couldn’t wait to get changed into it, and when he appeared from the changing room his eye were bright and happy, I knew then it was fate.

We decided to buy each other’s suit and it would become a sign of our friendship and later become a sign of our love for each other too.

The rest of the show involved finding gear to match my new suit, I was so stoked at finding my dream leathers, the best result I could have hoped for.  I chose black race boots and black race gloves too, plus a silver, white and black Arai helmet as I knew Colin’s Doohan replica fitted me so well, only I tried one size smaller and it fitted for snugly I almost shot my load in my pants!

The day came to a close but what seemed like forever to gather together all my gear we eventually left the show and upon arriving back at Bondagebait’s home, I was encouraged to get all my gear on at the same time.

This would be the first time I’d wear it all together, and as expected I was pushed outside again, and feeling self conscious I was told to sit on Bondagebait’s bike for some more photos.  When I saw the results I simply couldn’t believe it was me in that sexy gear, but it was me, and the gear was all mine too!

That weekend sticks in my mind for several reasons, but most of all for feeling like part of something where I was doing what felt totally right and the ultimate experience I could spend with guys that knew my naughtiest secret, and helped me indulge it, even pushing me to enjoy it even more, and I will never forget that friendship.

Though time reveals who is a true friend, the way I was treated that weekend will always be high on my list of experiences.  Next is to use the gear on a bike…something I am able to experience many times as Bandit2001’s pillion.

Friends are a massive part of my life, without them I would amount to nothing, with my Husband and my closest friends who I trust I wouldn’t be who I am today, but I also have those who have been the pretenders and the fakes, the liars and the downright weird to thank too, as they have made me appreciate the decent folk even more.

I want to keep going but I’ve set a precedent with my previous posts and I feel like I’ve rattled on long enough for now.  I will be talking more about friends and meets, new experiences and the joy of discovering myself shortly, and to those who have been awaiting this instalment, sorry for the wait!

Until next time…ciao for now!

Wruff!

~Boots

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Memory Lane 5 – Meeting Bandit2001

November 5, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, Inmate: Boots

As I said from the beginning; work may get in the way.  Well it’s been three weeks (?) since my last post and I admit it wasn’t just work that got in the way but a good deal of perving too.

Last time I mentioned about my first bondage experience and how liberating it was to try rubber and be played with, but that experience (as good as it was) paled into insignificance compared to my next visit with Bondagebait.

The time leading up to this meet I knew I’d be meeting BB’s bf Bandit2001 who was a kinky biker into rubber, bondage, gasmasks, and loads of other kinky gear.  I never thought anyone so horny would want to meet me, a complete newbie with a small quantity of gear and what I did have was very limited and not particularly pervy.

These guys both had rubber, restraints, hoods and sports bike gear including one piece leathers which I’d always fantasised about since I started my ‘porn’ collection some ten years earlier.

I remember in fact feeling like I WAS buying porn when purchasing bike mags because I was tenting my trackie bottoms in the newsagents!

The weekend came and arriving at BB’s home I turned my car around in the cul-de-sac where he lived and parked my car up outside.  My nerves jangling as I switched the ignition of and pulled myself together.  I looked over toward the house and could see the blue Yamaha R6 that was owned by Bandit and then the front door just behind it started to open.  I thought to myself ‘no backing out now’ took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and got out of my car, locking it behind me.

I felt more at ease as I got inside and was greeted by Bondagebait, who called his bf down to meet me.  I could hear a creaking from behind me as Bandit descended the open plan stairs and when I turned around I saw this man in one piece leathers and Racing Boots offer me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

I don’t think I stopped looking him up and down, I don’t know if I was beaming a massive smile or slack jawed at this sight of a kinky guy wearing gear I had only been able to imagine from afar.

We all sat down and chatted in BB’s lounge about gear and kinky stuff, including how nice Bandit’s Mick Doohan replica Arai Helmet was when Bandit decided to get up and get changed, leaving his helmet on the carpet in full view.

A few minutes later bandit reappeared with his leathers in his arms and laid them carefully on the floor.  Now more casually attired, he asked if I wanted to try them on. I just looked over at Bondagebait for confirmation and he had a grin on his face and said ‘he won’t ask twice’.

Of course I jumped at the chance and sprung up ready to get geared up, my heart racing.

I was told to strip down to my underwear which I accomplished in moments and then perched on the bottom steps of the stairway Bandit helped me get my feet down the legs of his still warm leather suit.

I was taken aback by how loose they felt to begin with and how the lining made it difficult to get my legs in.  There was an art to putting leathers like these on but on this occasion I was so excited to get into this all encompassing suit I ended up inserting my foot into the pockets meant for the armour instead.

Eventually my socked feet appeared and after standing up I could pull the rest of the suit up.  Feeding my arms into the sleeves one by one I was almost fully in.  Bandit cupped my crotch and took the zipper tab and started to finally enclose me in his race leathers.  I felt amazing!!  The leathers felt quite tight and very protective, this gave me a raging hard-on and my heart was racing of course!

Bandit grabbed his hi-tech Alpinestars boots and told me to step in whilst he held them open.  I slid my foot in and was instantly surprised by how comfortable they felt; as he cinched the internal lacing up and zipped them closed they again hugged my lower limbs wonderfully.  On with the other boot and Bandit turned to me ‘I’ve not let anyone else wear my helmet but I’m going to make an exception for you today’ and handed me the gorgeous looking race replica full face helmet.

I took the lid from him by the chinstraps, my throat dry with expectation and pulled it up to put it on when he stopped me and told me to move back as I was stood under the low hanging light fitting.  A couple of steps back and I was clear to become helmeted.  I pulled the Arai on and as it slid into place I felt so very much at home yet flushed with an amazing feeling of being protected and safe in this gear.  Bandit reached under the helmet and fastened the chinstrap which made me even more horny as I realised I didn’t actually know how to undo it; I was effectively trapped in this helmet now which in itself made my cock throb.

Bandit then handed me one of his matching gloves for me to put on and as I pulled it on he pulled the wrist strap tight and repeated again with the other hand.

As I was distracted Bondagebait was snapping pics of me getting geared up and once finished I did a few poses loving every second of it.  Next thing I knew I was being led to the front door!!

And yep, I was wearing this mega horny gear with a raging hard-on and now being led outside where normal people could see me!  I didn’t want to expose myself like this but BB and Bandit assured me that I look normal.  They told me I’m just a biker about to go out and sit on a bike.

The door opened up and they forced me to step outside first.  My heart was racing and I was thinking someone would see me and think ‘things’.  Bandit followed behind and led me up to his bike and put the key in the ignition.

He told me to get onto the bike and they would take some more pictures of me outside in full biker gear.  After about 15 minutes of sitting on the bike looking like a proper biker on a sexy bike, in sexy gear feeling abso-fuckin’-lutely brilliant we went back into the house.

I was positively shaking with adrenalin and I really didn’t want to take this gear off, but Bondagebait had other things in mind.

After peeling the gear off me, we talked about a bondage session involving all three of us with me being the one to be tied up on the bed.  Spread eagled all four limbs would be roped to each corner of the bed with me in the rubber catsuit, tall boots and a blindfold.  I was soon geared up appropriately and restrained to the bed.

Bandit joined us soon afterwards in a rubber surfsuit, motocross boots, plus a collar and gasmask and started to rub my body all over.

The session lasted for what felt to me like five minutes but was more like two hours, where BB roped up my cock and balls in several ways polishing my helmet and making me squirm so much he had to tell me to calm down as I could injure myself.  Bandit was also snogging me deeply and give me stubble rash too, but I didn’t care!  I was being topped by two sexy guys wearing kinky gear and I was about to shoot my load.

I spurted again like a jet to a chorus of “whoah!!” from both Bondagebait and Bandit2001 as I shot my balls-full of semen across myself and almost hit the headboard yet again.

I was exhausted from all the effort I’d put into struggling on the bed but I also felt and amazing sense of unity with these two men.  I’d not felt so at peace with myself before.  Most times I’d wanked myself off to pictures of men in gear or by myself imagining exactly this sort of situation I’d always felt some guilt of being ‘different’.  Now though I was in the company of two hot guys who thought the same as me.

We cleaned up the room after playing and chilled out downstairs again for a short while and had some food and enjoyed each others’ company for the rest of the evening, talking about pervy things and just chilling out.

I slept on my own that night but I felt great and slept very soundly.

The next day brought more new experiences in the shape of more gear.  It was suggested that Bandit should go to the local shops to pick up some food and milk and that maybe he could take a pillion.  At which point my eyes widened as they both looked at me and worked out the logistics.

I was to now wear Bondagebait’s gear for the ride but considering I’d never been on a bike in motion before this was going to be a new and exciting experience.

We both got geared up and had some more pictures taken and then headed outside.  Again I felt that surge of excited nervousness of being seen.  Bandit started his bike up and I almost jumped backwards as it had an aftermarket exhaust which was a lot louder than I was expecting.  I was directed to get on the tiny pillion pad and I had to virtually bend myself in half to get my booted feet on the high pegs.

BB took even more pictures of us and with a blast of revs we took off toward the shops.  Round the corners I was as rigid as a corpse because it was slightly wet and I really didn’t know how to act on the back of the bike with my gloved hands wrapped tightly around my leathered up rider.

We eventually reached the shops moments down the road and I realised then that the huge supermarket still had hundreds of people going to it and as Bandit pulled up right next to the entrance he told me to stay put and keep my helmet on as he wouldn’t be long.

For about ten minutes feeling incredibly conspicuous with everyone who walked past seemingly looking at me and there was me trying to look nonchalant Bandit returned and directed me to turn around so he could put the groceries in the backpack I was wearing like some kind of harness.

The feeling of being so observed by general members of the public yet my identity hidden inside the full face helmet was again an experience I won’t forget in a hurry!

When we got back to the house we had lunch and it was time for one last play.  I was told to strip and handed a pair of rubber shorts.  I was directed to the corner and told to sit on a folded up duvet where my wrists and ankles were put into heavy leather restraints and clipped to a spreader bar.  A gasmask was strapped to my face and some poppers were held against my air intake valve. 

After taking a deep breath and letting the poppers take effect my cock was raging inside the rubber codpiece of the shorts.

Bandit appeared in some tight black all leathers and was then roped into a harness and restrained to the bed.  I was forced to watch as Bondagebait topped Bandit whilst I was restrained in the corner.

Eventually Bandit made a mess too and I was told to wank myself off to which I duly did as BB played with my nipples (which I didn’t find helped at all) and gave me more poppers.  I shot quite quickly but not as much as the previous day.

Bondage bait released us both and we got cleaned up.  Afterwards there wasn’t much time left so we just had a quick chat and a cup of tea and talked about how much we enjoyed the weekend.  BB told me he would be in touch to arrange something soon and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

My relationship with both these men continued for a while longer and whilst I only really played with Bondagebait once more my friendship with Bandit2001 grew into something else.

Ok, I’ve really rattled on this time, mostly because the experience I talk about here was a major turning point in my life because this was the moment that I met my now Husband of 8 years whom I love so very dearly and who I wholeheartedly dedicate my life to.  Thank you Hubby for making so many dreams come true and a Happy Anniversary!!

For the rest of you, I hope you tune in (hopefully) next week provided work doesn’t get in the way, but if perving does (and it may very well do if plans go ahead as expected) I’m sure you’ll understand!

Ciao for now pervs!

~Boots

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Memory Lane 4 – My first ‘proper’ bondage experience

October 15, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Rubber

Memory Lane 4 – My first ‘proper’ bondage experience.

So last week I was talking about my first foray into actually interacting online and setting up profiles and eventually meeting a guy for a drink which turned into a micro bondage session with no real sexual gratification involved.

When I got home I felt like I would be found out, I’d get a stern talking to and the fact I must be safe and yada yada yada… I kept thinking back to that feeling of giving up a little control to a guy I’d never met before was very intense, like a dream almost, something that I’d fantasised about so frequently and maybe even dreamed had actually happened.  I remember the sensations as the wrist straps were firmly velcro’d shut and then clipped together through my steering wheel.  It gave me a taste and a yearning to find out more, with my goal of trying rubber out somehow….but I have no idea how I can achieve that.

I ‘adjusted’ my profiles now, talking openly about how I had little experience but that I really wanted to try bondage and rubber, loved gasmasks and full coverage.  I was certain that if I got some interested parties with my previous incarnation that now someone would surely get in touch.

Hours went by and nothing happened, some messages back and forth to Mark thanking him and arranging to meet again, but in the back of my head I didn’t think he would be able to give me what I really wanted…we didn’t click, his attitude was all wrong and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I kept my online presence going and met another guy ‘Andrew’ who I clicked with immediately.  He was funny, cool, the same age as me, loved cars (so did I at the time) and socialised with his gay mates.

He met up with me and we chatted for hours on end about all sorts of stuff, I thought I was falling in love…I didn’t expect this…only one problem, we weren’t sexually compatible, he was a complete bottom and I had no desire to top.  After several games nights we would end up back at his and chat about general stuff, but one night we got to talking about bondage, and my heart was about to be broken when I was told ‘I think we have such a great friendship now, why ruin it by getting involved?’ and I felt my world crumble….

I kept my search on and discovered a site called ‘Blackline’ which was yet another dating website for pervs and I now easily setup my own profile, with pictures and text just copied from my maskedmen profile.

Sure enough within moments I got a message from a kinky Biker called Bandit2001….

Meanwhile my profile on Maskdmen got a response, a bondage top called Bondagebait messaged me offering some friendly advice and wanted to know more.  I asked Bondagebait about his BF and he told me he was a biker who he’d been seeing for a while and he was going by the ID Bandit2001.

I am not making this up, my first thought was I was being set up; both guys from this couple contact me virtually at the same time.  Like some kind of sign I took this as something positive and decided to go for it when asked to meet up with Bondagebait.

My response was enthusiastic and led me to ask plenty of questions of this apparently experienced kinky bondage top.  Not really my cup of tea looks wise but not bad overall and his demeanour certainly made me feel at ease.

My decision was to meet him and see where it went.  I visited his home and just chilled out in his well kept living room chatting about life and hobbies.  He broached the subject of bondage and the kinky stuff and I told him I wasn’t very experienced, not really knowing what I wanted but I was willing to try most things except the hardcore pain and dirty stuff.

When he suggested we go upstairs to try some stuff out my heart began to race, especially when he mentions his BF had left his rubber catsuit there and he didn’t mind me trying it out.  My pulse must have raced and my face flushed as I knew I wanted to try it out so badly.  Along with some tall lace up boots, he would see how I liked some anal play and bondage.

I started off very nervous, getting the rubber catsuit talced up to ease my entry into this rubber skin, pulling the red football socks up and the 14 hole boots leant to me by my top for the evening.

I was held by the hands and told I didn’t have to go through with it, so I guess my outer look of fear wasn’t reflecting how I truly felt.  I was excited but still a little scared, my cock wasn’t responding how I thought it would.  I just told myself to relax and let Bondagebait guide me.

My legs were tied apart and then I was guided to stand up.  After placing my wrists in restraints and clipping them together, my top lay behind me on the bed and unzipped my crotch zip and with some lube started to gently massage my hole.

Considering I have never tried any anal play up to this point, I felt it was uncomfortable and all I wanted to do now was escape and go sit on the loo, but my top controlled me and helped me relax more as he fed more fingers in and worked my sphincter more.

After what felt like half an hour, though it was probably just five minutes, the anal onslaught finished and Bondagebait let me sit back down and relax.

We talked about the experience and asked if I still wanted to try some more bondage but without the anal play.  I agreed to stay in the catsuit and boots and I was spread out to the four corners of the bed and tied down.

Bondagebait expertly restrained me and kept me calm and it all had the desired effect and the blood rushed to my penis making it rock hard and evidently very touchable.

My top played with me for ages, tickling my ribs and humping me in his rubber surf suit.  I felt powerless and incredibly horny and the feelings of doubt I had earlier when he had his digits inside me vanished in seconds.

My cock was throbbing and begging for attention.

I was eventually allowed to cum, after struggling too much and being told I could injure myself pulling on my restraints so much I relaxed and gave in.  I shot my load big time.  I covered myself in spunk, so much so that Bondagebait couldn’t believe how much semen was coming out, jet upon jet, upon jet of hot white sticky cum covered me and the bed up to the headboard.

After I was released Bondagebait told me he’d never seen someone cum so much.  I was just filled with that hazing happy feeling and with a large amount of exhaustion I padded to the bathroom to have a bath and get changed.

The night was coming to an end as we sat downstairs again chatting and discussing our next possible meeting.  Bondagebait suggested I come over and meet his Boyfriend the next time, and I simply jumped at the chance thinking of this leather sports biker who had a hot body and cute face (from what I could make out from one single pic of him with his visor up) and loved his gear.

I couldn’t wait to meet them both; I was going to have the best time of my life!

Going back home was a reality check though; I’d lied and said I was going elsewhere, to which my parents believed, and it was back to normal for the time being.

As I’d told some of my existing friends about my sexuality and they also let it slip out they did some kinky stuff, I felt I just had to tell them about my meet to which they advised against it, but at the end of the day it was my choice.  It was and I took the bull by the horns!

I’m so glad I did….but to find out why, you’ll have to tune in next week!

Ciao for now!

~Boots

 

 

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Community of Bondage – Part 6

October 14, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part five, posted yesterday. This is the final part unless someone wants to take the reigns..

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Six

Out of sight of the audience one of the rubber men puts something into both of my ear holes that effectively deafens me to the outside world. I wasn’t expecting that!

The Rubber hood is a tight fit and my sensations are coming back to me that I can feel the rubber suit compressing my body and the butt plug filling my ass to a good effect.  This is enough of a distraction so that the next stage is less traumatic.

The Rubbermen force the hood down my head inch by inch and it is adjusted so I can see and the tubes are coming out of the right places.

The hood is then sealed at my neck with some sort of glue. I get the impression this suit was designed to stay on!

The second hood looks awesome, and as it was moved closer I began to get even more excited.

The hood was made of really thick rubber and had head straps inside the external hood.

The nose cup of the gasmask accepted the breathing tube and the feeding tubes were attached just before the mask was fixed to my face.

The head straps on the inside are pulled tight so as to seal my fate, and as one rubberman grasps my head on both sides, the other pulls the outer hood tightly back over my head, covering the first rubber hood and the gas mask straps.

The outer hood is zipped up and my world shrinks again as the laces are tightened at the back of my head.

A heavy metal collar is secured around my neck and fastened with allen bolts and locked with a key, which I notice goes into a box to my left.

The padlocks sealed my fate even though I was trapped inside unrelenting thick rubber.

The lights dimmed and whilst the lights flashed in front of me I am unstrapped and led blindly into another dark room.

Whilst the ‘game’ continued in the main room, I am forced into what could only be described as an upright coffin.  Straps unside this box go around my waist, thighs, chest, biceps, wrists, ankles, neck and forehead so I am completely imobilsed.

A flexible tube is then connected to my gasmask, and the tubes attached to other tubes inside the box.  Finally hands go between my legs and fiddle with the buttplug inside of me.

The door closes and I am in complete darkness.  I feel secure and incredibly horny, really wanting to grab my cock and pump it for all I’m worth but I have no hope of making myself cum.

All the layers I am wearing together with the bondage I have been forced into prevent any orgasm.

I can feel my breathing become laboured, and I have to consciously suck the air into my mask so that I can breath.  I feel warmth in my stomach and my ass starts to vibrate.  The buttplug is a vibrator too!

I really want to cum now! But I have no option but to stay where I am and take what is being done to me.  Covered in rubber from head to toe, with not a millimetre of me showing or even touch air, strapped in a box and being made to feel horny.   Was this heaven or hell I thought.  And how long is this going to last? 

My thoughts turned to my boyfriend and how he must be going out of his mind wondering where I am.  How I wished to be with him, to feel his arms around me.

Just as I thought this, a voice I recognised came through to me.  The earplugs had mini speakers in them, like a personal stereo.

“The state you are in, will last for eight hours each day.  You will grow accustomed to your predicament.  You are my slave and you will be rubbered FOREVER!”

The voice grew softer as he repeated the sentence.  I was his rubbered slave and I would do anything he wished.  I was becoming his property, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Forever in his bondage, rubber and held in a constantly horny state, and still I couldn’t quite place that voice in my massively altered state of physical and mental being.

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Community of Bondage – Part 5

October 13, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part four, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Five

I have been selected, and I am pulled forward, floating along the ground I felt very anxious, nervous and eager all at the same time.  I begin to wonder if any of the other guys in this room all have the secret perversions I have?

I was moved to the centre of the stage and turned to face the crowd, all eyes are on me and I feel very exposed under the spotlight my sudden realisation that everyone could see my cock pointing skyward!

The two rubber-men stand either side of me and whilst one puts a drop of solution into my eyes the other removes the head harness holding the ball gag, the first then slides the shaded contact lenses directly over my eyeballs.

I discover I can see quite easily through the lenses, which are tucked, under my eyelids.

My Cock is already hard and after some lube is squirted into my piss-slit, the catheter is then inserted and I feel a balloon is inflated inside my bladder.  The rubber-men walk away as the transparent tube comes down around me.

I take a deep breath and the seals connect.  The blue goo starts to rise and it touches my toes first, as it envelops my feet I realise it is warm and quite pleasant.

The warm blue stuff rises up my legs and then my waist is covered.  It continues up my body and I let out my breath and take another before it passes my nostrils. 

In the silence I remember the goo stays above my head for about 30 seconds but it seems to take ages, I start to panic and struggle and I feel like I’m going to pass out. 

Then the level drops and I can breathe again.  The water hits me and is cold and hard to my raw, naked skin.  I didn’t feel any pain or even tingling but all of my body hair that I can see has gone, I can only assume my head is bare too, as the previous men’s bodies had been as hairless as I am.

I had forgotten the head machine was next because the last experience was unexpectedly intense.  The metal helmet moved down over my head, when my eyes focussed, I saw what appeared to be parts that would be going into my mouth. 

The helmet began to shut and the back pushed my head into the awaiting tubes and rubber clamps.  The pressure increased around my head and began to vibrate, massaging my vision of an image, which I couldn’t make out.   The vibrations stopped and I felt a prick at the side of my neck and I loose all feeling in my body.

My eyes are assaulted by images of men in bondage, rubber suits, leather from head to toe, arseholes filled with different sized intruders, getting faster and harder with every second.

I feel a coldness enter my insides but this is all I feel, I groan, as the coldness takes hold. 

After a few minutes the Machine enclosing my head hisses open, all the clamps release as one and my paralysed body falls to the floor.

I look at the transformation of my lower body and silently sigh.  I am picked up by the two rubber-men again and thrown over the bar to the left. 

A butt plug of huge dimensions is picked up and after some more lubrication, is forced into my awaiting hole.

My cock is fed into the last piece of body armour, which is connected to another hard panel to make a rigid crotch piece holding my cock downwards and the plug firmly into me but allowing me to urinate.

I am led over to the chair to which I am strapped down.  This was the part I was secretly looking forward to.  Directed back onto the seat I feel the blood rush to my cock.  My now black rubber gloved hands pushed into the padded fist mitts, which are then strapped shut and padlocked.

Anaesthetic spray is squirted down my throat and the neck brace is strapped into position.  A breathing tube is fed down my throat and the feeding tubes are pushed into my nasal cavity and down into my stomach.

The neck brace is removed, and I can feel the tubes invading my insides. 

Just before my most eagerly anticipated part the mouthpiece is slid up the breathing tube and pushed into my mouth.  The gag moulds to my teeth and forms a complete, and form fitting layer over my top and bottom rows of teeth.  My tongue slides into a cavity in the middle, and then I discover what the liquid does when it enters the gag. 

It fills the inside of the gag to make it fill every last gap in my mouth and it sucks my tongue even further into the cavity.

It feels as though it is going to go down my throat but it stops just before it makes me gag.

The final part of my transformation……

 

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Community of Bondage – Part 4

October 12, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part three, posted yesterday.  Sorry this one is a bit short, but you gotta take the rough with the smooth! :P

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Four

And with that the lights on the stage faded to black and the lights above our heads started flashing once more.

As we all tried to guess where the light would stop, I secretly hoped that it would be me.  A fellow captive at the other end was next on the stage, panic was written all over his face as he knew what was in store for him, snot shooting from his nostrils as he tried to get enough oxygen into his lungs.

The Man was similarly built to me, quite chubby in the middle but about 6ft tall.  I tried to see more, in order to prepare myself for this impending ordeal, trying to notice anything I might have missed.

Before long 3 more had been modified beyond recognition.  The lights faded once more and the lights flicked among us randomly and then started to slow.  I had not been lit up this time around which got my heart racing, the last 5 times it shone on me at least 4 or 5 times. 

click, click, c l i ck…

The light stops on me!

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Community of Bondage – Part 3

October 11, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part two, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Three

A clear tube moves down over the slave and the hiss of air was just detectable as the seals met.

The tube begins filling with a thick blue liquid which rises slowly from the floor.  Without any air-tubes the slave panics and struggles to free himself, without success.

After about 30 seconds of the liquid being well over the slave’s head, the level goes down and the slave is covered from top to toe in the thick blue goo.

The tube surrounding him rises to expose him to our environment again, as high-pressure water hoses rid the slave of the blue stuff, but to our shock he has no hair!

A mechanical machine then moves down over his head from above and appears to shrink around his head, holding his exhausted body in a vertical position.

His bondage stool falls away and all the slaves on the floor finally get to see how big the plug inside all of us actually is!

Like a large chrome triple headed instrument of torture.  That must have taken some work to get it into my virginal arsehole.

“The hair on this slave’s body has been removed by a ‘substance’, which I’m sure you’re all dying to know what it is but even I don’t know.  All I do know is that it removes hair, and it doesn’t grow back”  said the Master in a, ‘matter of fact’ sort of demeanour.

A tube is connected to the catheter and he is filled with more clear liquid, I can hear his groans from inside the massive solid helmet encasing his head.

A rubber suit is brought out and his now tired legs are forced into their new home.  The suit is pulled up his body, gripping his raw, super-clean skin.  The fit is extra tight and the two rubber-men struggle to get the suit up to his neck but it fits, contracting the boy’s body, as it just hangs from the machine his head is trapped inside of.

Pieces of armour are placed onto his limbs and torso and stuck into place, systematically encasing him in another toughened layer.

His Cock is pulled out of the suit and encased in another machine that seems to pull viscously on his cock and balls.  His genitals snap back out of the machine and they are perfectly covered in rubber with the catheter coming out of the end, the join to the rubber suit is now sealed.

The machine on his head hisses and expands to release him from his fixed bondage.  He falls to the floor and is picked up by the two tall rubber-men.

He is bent over a bar and another plug of similar size to the bondage stool is inserted into him.  A solid looking piece of armour is placed onto his crotch, holding his Penis, Testicles and Anus captive, the armour locks into position and it looks like there would be no chance of getting this chastity device off.

The next stage would make this even harder.  The slave is Lifted onto a metal chair, rather like an electric chair.  His already thickly gloved hands are pushed into Padded mitts and are locked in place.

The slave is strapped into the chair and the Master again gets up and says,

“You will all start off like this, but the more trust I have in you, the more freedom I give you when I’m not using you.  You will all sleep, eat and drink wearing these suits and I will decide where and when your outfit will change.  Last piece of skin to cover up is the head, and I want you all to pay close attention to this”.

A posture collar is fitted, which pushes his chin up, surrounds the slave’s neck and a tube is forced down the boy’s throat to the sound of his gagging.

More tubes are fed down the slave’s nostrils, probably his feeding tubes, A mouthpiece, which looks like a gum shield but with a top and bottom, is slid along the breathing tube and is inserted into the boy’s mouth, another tube from the gag is filled with liquid and the collar is removed.

The man on this stage who was once sitting next to me is looking at me, even though his eyes are black and depersonalised, is it pleasure or pain? Shock or despair?

“And the piece de resistance”  the master exclaims, holding up a forbidding looking hood, I see the slave whom I don’t know disappear into a form fitting rubber hood first, which is sealed at the neck to the rubber already covering his body.

Not really knowing him or his face, I wouldn’t know him if he bumped into me on the street tomorrow morning, strangely that wont be happening either as this fate is going to happen to me sooner or later……..

The realisation of what is happening is exciting me and scaring me in equal measure,  The second hood has multiple straps and lacing down the back but it also has a Gas mask front with shaded eyepieces and two locks are clicked shut at the back and wires at the side of the hood are tucked in.

NEXT ON THE STAGE IS>>>

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Community of Bondage – Part 2

October 10, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part one, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Two

I am in a dim room, full of similarly bound men, a quick guess would be 30ish, all perched on what could be termed a bondage stool which held every man very effectively.  I got so turned on seeing all these other men trussed up like me, knowing I looked the same.

The bondage stool appears to be a long bar which comes up from the floor and then seems to disappear up your ass, your hands are trapped in steel spheres, connected to the pole and your ankles in manacles.

I felt uncomfortable with the fact that I wasn’t alone, but at the same time, a little relieved that I wasn’t going to be the only one who was clearly going to get abused.  Safety in numbers makes sense if you’re a cow in a herd but if you cant move anywhere, let alone anything, the point gets lost as you are unable to make any decisions.

A stage lights up and the two 7ft Rubber-men stand on either end and the ‘Master’ is introduced by an anonymous voice on a tannoy system.

The Master walks on stage through a fog of dry ice and swaggers to the front of the stage.  I thought this man loves the theatrical side of things, either that or he loves himself, probably the latter, I thought to myself.

“I am your Master”, he states.  “This applies to all of you!” he said in an unrelenting tone.

“And everything else in this room is now my SLAVE!” his stern look across the captive crowd gave me the shivers.  He did act like he was in control, and I wasn’t going to argue due to the ball gag strapped in tight.

“The 30 of you on the floor will be prepared in a meticulous fashion, I have decided to entertain myself today by playing a game with all of my new toys” he jested.

“As you might have noticed, you are in bondage and there is no hope of escape…where you think you are, is not where you are!” our master walked the stage like a dictator telling his army off.

“And I seriously doubt that you will be able to see your homes ever again!  Think of this as a community…of bondage”

His words hit home when he said we’d never see our homes ever again.  I woke up, so to speak, and realised that this isn’t a fantasy come true but a reality which was happening right now. 

I began to struggle against my bonds with real vigour and ended up hurting my wrists even more and pushing the plug even further up my arse.

“Everything I need to use is automated with built in safety features so I wont lose any of you in the event of an emergency, we operate only during working hours and you will be unconscious for the remainder of the time” his words didn’t make me feel any better.

“Although you will wonder, time after time if they actually work, ha ha” Master said as an evil grin spread across his face.

“First will be a game of Russian roulette, the light above each of your heads will randomly turn on” his voice changed, and was now more like a game show host.

“The SLAVE under the light will be brought up onto the stage, that’s all I’m going to say for now, and for one of you, you wont get to find out, the rest of you will see your fate to be!” as he finished his well rehearsed talk the lighting system flashes all around to mark the Master’s exit for the time being.

The lights flash for what seems like a minute, and as the randomness slows down to indicate a stop, it flashes on me for a scarily long time and the guy I’m next to is lit up.

I see the fear in his eyes.  I relax in certain terms, well how relaxed can you be in this position?

The guy next to me moves away in a silent glide, as I notice he is on a track, which transports him up to the stage and in front of the master, and in view of the whole slave filled floor.

He is turned to face us.  The two 7 foot rubbermen walk up to him and whilst one removes the head harness the other puts contact lenses into his eyes and then he puts a catheter down into his cock.

The rubber-men move back to reveal his black eyes.  The slave is stunned into silence.

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Community of Bondage – Part 1

October 9, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, Inmate: Boots, Rubber, Stories

It occurred to me shortly after finishing my blog post that I wrote this story around the time I first met ‘Mark’, so after some deliberation I’ve decided to upload the first part of this story (one of six). I will upload one a day which will lead onto my next memory lane entry.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part One

I was walking through London’s So-Ho area in the very early morning, I turned down a street to get to my boyfriend’s house.  As I was walking along a blue Yamaha R6 Standing alone in an alleyway distracted me, I decided to go and have a sneaky look at the bike.

Whilst I am ogling the R6 a door behind silently glides open.

I am violently yanked backwards landing several feet away in a dark corner; the hands that were on me have disappeared into the dark like some sort of hallucination.

All is dark as the door slams shut and the room rotates slowly.

A thin slither of light breaks the gloom from floor to ceiling and becomes wider as the moments pass, my eyes trying to search for detail in the piercingly bright light.

I look up to see the outlines of two, tall male figures.  The light flickers on in my room to reveal that the two figures in front of me are finely toned men in skin-tight rubber suits and gasmask hoods with shaded eyepieces. 

Absolutely no visible features to identify this pair, I feel scared for my life at why I was where I am right now, but I cant help noticing the growing bulge in my jeans.

As my reaction is noticed they come at me and grab my arms and pull me to a standing position.  A third Rubber-man appears from nowhere and removes my clothes to reveal my hairy assed body, which I had let get out of shape since my college days.  A cloth is forced over my nose and mouth and I pass out from the chloroform.

Then silence fills my headspace, complete emptiness within my head as a slowly feel myself drifting to the surface, and becoming aware of a throbbing pain.

I awaken to find myself in bondage.  My arms are painfully held behind my back and my hands are enclosed by something hard and immovable, which prevents very little movement within.

I have a ball gag, head harness strapped tightly over my head preventing any speech, and very little sound.

My ankles are in straps that are holding my feet off the ground, and I can feel a large intruder in my arse and the pain is where the throbbing came from. It feels as though all of my weight, is being held up by my wrists, my ankles and my arsehole, and I start thinking about what position I am in and become very vulnerable.

I cannot see as some sort of thick clingy hood is tight over my head and down my neck, very form fitting and it feels very close over my whole head.  My cock must be standing straight up by now as one of my secret desires is to be kidnapped and out of the know in a scene, but this is full on, the plug inside me feels bigger than any I had played with before, it hurt and felt like real torture.

As I begin to adjust to the situation I am in, I start to relax and wonder what will happen now that I am clearly awake.

I can feel a slight warmth to both sides and just as I was wondering what it was, the hood is pulled from my head in one, sudden motion.